The Musician and the Musician

See the flapping of the musician,

I think he's angry at the superstition.

He finds it hard to see the bird,

Overshadowed by the wild subordinate word.

Who is that walking near the chalk?

I think she'd like to eat the hancock.

She is but a plump musician,

Admired as she sits upon a transmission.

Her playful car is just a pencil,

It needs no gas, it runs on hensel.

She's not alone she brings a net,

a pet hyena, and lots of sobriquet.

The hyena likes to chase a lorry,

Especially one that's in the lavatory.

The musician shudders at the pleasurable monkey

He want to leave but she wants the junkie